The lights were off but my side of the bed was closest to the door, so I just clambered in, snuggling in close to her. Jemma was facing away from me. I put my hand inside her pyjama bottoms and felt her cold, sexy backside against my palm. “Good night, Richie!” Jemma stated pleasantly. I took my hand out and reached over to kiss her. “Good night honey!” There was a silence that lasted maybe thirty seconds. “Take that thing off me!” she stated firmly like a policewoman tackling a snake. “What thing?” I innocently protested. “Richie, you know very well what thing!” “You used to love it!” “I used to have a decent night’s sleep without one baby crying every two hours and the other one sneaking between us at six o’clock in the morning! I’m knackered, Richie!” “So am I, Jemma, but I’m still attracted to you.”
